Are Not Poets Men Who Fulfill Their

Old Maids, Having Never Bent Their Temper Or Their Lives To Other Lives And Other Tempers, As Woman's Destiny Requires, Have For The Most Part A Mania For Making Everything About Them Bend To Them.

Discouragement Is Of All Ages: In Youth It Is A Presentiment, In Old Age A Remembrance.

He Hesitated Till The Last Moment, But Finally Dropped Them In The Box, Saying, "i Shall Win!"--the Cry Of A Gambler, The Cry Of The Great General, The Compulsive Cry That Has Ruined More Men Than It Has Ever Saved.

The Day Will Dawn When Europe Will Believe Only In The Man Who Tramples Her Underfoot.

A Man Who Stops At Nothing Short Of The Law Is Very Clever Indeed!